Everyone has a different perspective- a different outlook on life. How we all choose to interpret the world we share depends on what lens we use. Our attitudes, choices, and actions are all affected by the angle and way we look out of our own lenses. My lifelooklens varies. One lens stays true to capture all the things in my world. I take pictures of EVERYTHING. I'm glad I do and don't mind if some think my pictures and ramblings are boring. This blog is a glimpse at life through my lens...

Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Itsy Bitsy Spider & The Hornet Hive

I’ve
never seen a tiny spider spin such a huge web! I wouldn’t
have noticed this silk-spun masterpiece if the sun had not been so perfectly
positioned on this day. I don’t normally care for spiders,
but this web drew me nearer to its eight-legged creator. I got to witness the
agile, speedy arachnid as it hurriedly tried to finish making nature’s
most beautiful trap.

Hanging
by a thread, swayed the itsy bitsy spider.

This
shot was hard to capture, since the sun shined directly behind the web like a
blinding bright backdrop. Here, our spider appears to be caught in a bubble of
reflected sunlight.

Must…finish…this…web!

It’s a
bit of a shame that some flying insect will suffer an unexpected crash-landing
into this sticky formation. After becoming entangled by silky fibers, this bug
will become bait for Itsy Bitsy. It will thrash around desperately, ripping our
spider’s carefully crafted masterpiece to shreds. That will
only make It-Bit (because I’m nicknaming now) angry- until
she fills her spider belly with bits and pieces of her helplessly trapped victim.
We don’t include this version of the story in the well-known ‘Itsy
Bitsy Spider’ song, of course. I’m happier to think that all
spiders do is climb up water spouts, too.

Itsy Bitsy’s neighbors live in an enormous hive, not too
far away from the web. Hanging high in the trees, hornets buzz in and out of
their mansion.

Hive Pictures were
taken by my Mama- Cindy Cannon. She’s
much braver than I am to venture this close to a swarm of stinging hornets!

Mom and I take
pictures of everything. Shots like this one she captured are the source of our
photographic motivation. Incredible!

I’ve been trying to talk my mother into starting
her own blog. I introduced her to Facebook and Pinterest but she needs more
persuasion for Blogger. Her pictures are INCREDIBLE but shecan be a
bit too much of a perfectionist when it comes to critiquing her shots.I decided
to start featuring Cindy Cannon’s pictures on my own blog as she goes
through this brief stubborn spell of refusing to blog on her own. She gets
crazy shots like this one featured ALL THE TIME. I sometimes get a little
jealousof her talent! It’s jealousy mixed with incredible pride
since she is, after all, my Mama. I high-jacked pictures she took of
Yellowstone and of Florida, via thumb drive. To give her a little push to start
blogging, I will be posting some of her most outstanding photographs soon!
Check them out and leave some comments, folks. I’ve told
her already how great she is at photography but I believe she thinks I’m a bit
biased. Help me prove her wrong by confirming how awesome her shots are!

(POST COMING SOON: BASHFUL BLOGGER, GIFTED PHOTOGRAPHER)

Mom isn’t a huge fan of these hive pictures she
took. If I took these, I’d have to try to remain modest. See,
Cindy takes one glance at a photo and immediately notices any imperfections-
even when there are none. Perhaps that’s why she gets such incredible photos-
though I think nearly all pictures she takes are noteworthy.

Only a photographer would willingly stand under a hive full of hornets! (Photo taken by Cindy Cannon)

I find it interesting that such tiny creatures are capable
of constructing such elaborate homes- from webs to hives, the intricate beauty
of nature is prevalent even in the architectural home developments of less than likeable residents.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the spout again

THE
HORNETS NEST

When I was young,"
said cousin Tom, "At the old bouse that I came from, A honeysuckle used to
grow, That clambered round the portico. How sweetly, I remember well, Its
yellow blossoms used to smell; And how, one Summer, in its shade. Their great,
gray nest the hornets made...

But
all your pain to good will turn, If you will now a lesson learn, And keep it,
when you older grow, Wherever you may chance to go- To aid the wronged, to
help the weak, One should not be afraid to speak; But every wise and prudent
man Keeps out of quarrels if he can; For in this world 'tis never best To
meddle with a hornet's nest.'"